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heart, just ok
02:24
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Dear every lunar silver star
That lightning cracks will burst apart
While mending every bleeding heart
To make a brand new house of love
You enter through the doorway
There's a bed without a pillowcase
Without a sheet or mattress pad
An empty springbox looks so sad
A decaying house to fit the frame
Mushroom bloom emulates your pain
Mildew growing on the walls
Echoes out the room and down the halls
if you were by yourself you can't be missed
because you don't mind your insignificance
we tried to everyone together
but some hearts just beat to different patterns
But that's okay
That's okay
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2. |
john keats in stereo
02:41
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if i work
will i feel better?
does the sense of accomplishment
carry over?
my body's tired
but i haven't moved today
why must complacency
agonize me this way?
will someone remember what i've made
or will it die a unmarked grave?
at least i recall what this use to be like
give me motivation and i'll force some self-esteem
listen and revisit i'll be the ghost behind your screen
i swear i'm out of nature with no mechanical disease
just give some of your time please that's all i ask please
I'm a catalyst for a visceral reaction
With an emphasis on the emptiness of affection
Taking in resonance-- in pitch black darkness I'll find light refracted
In hope of my innocence to carry me to self-satisfaction
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3. |
fix-up
03:03
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Sorry that I took so long to leave
Can you blame me for enjoying your company
I thought we had this figured out, a strong foundation that we built upon
That'd we conquer every obstacle if they came full force and all at once
The concrete crumbled off in chunks in disrepair and it succumb
The windows became shattered glass; they hit the ground and filled the cracks
A spackling of all our regrets flowed into the earth and it relaxed
Shingles blew off and flew away as the sky mulled over another day
I am not enough
To be everything i want
It's a sickening disease
To live to appease
bewildered in insecurities
amazed by the way they scrape and bleed
structural integrity of flaccid, creaky wooden beams
the stitching that's supporting us is torn and splitting at the seams
it's finally time that we come clean and dust each other's broken wings
prepare for coming winters and the shrapnel of incoming springs
repair our dying home that was just build built on pallid nothingness
give absolutely everything cause you know id give nothing less
disheartening to watch a house collapse before it has resolve
the ruins take on a new shape to remind us of our present state
and earthquake comes and oscillates the the rocks into the the ground's embrace
they disappear without a trace a pine tree soon grows in its place
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4. |
asphalt angel
03:01
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That's an interesting scar you have
Did it hurt when you fell from grace?
Did you fly too close to the sun?
Or did you really want it this way?
From the fifteenth floor i watched you defenstrate
Now I watch the sun illuminate your crimson wings
When I finally came over you were napping on the asphalt
Choking up, I asked you "do you still wanna take that break?"
You were shedding feathers but wouldn't take mine
Mismatched: I was a bird and you divine
I don't know why that made me so upset
Incompatible: we shouldn't be doing this
But I tried
And I still do
But I've accepted that's there's no way of getting through to you
In a dark wood
And you look lost
I know exactly where you'll end up but i'll just watch
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5. |
post-funeral
02:13
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Lying here together, record player humming Towers
I'm living in the moment but we've been cuddling for hours
Every second that you waited, well I hope that I'm worth it
Because I'm here forever and you're so fucking perfect
An amalgam of warm and affection exerting
Unverisal adoration from one tiny earthling
An lucky breathless encounter like a foot of a rabbit
Everything I've ever needed and you just let me have it
In the aftermath of the wake you'll find me laughing tearfully
Overwhelmed by emotion yeah I could seem to breathe
An echo of a memory is all I'm hanging onto
A disappointing melody ends everything we've gone through
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6. |
plant death
02:51
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I can't talk to you right now
It doesn't hurt much anymore
You've cut all communication
dozens of times before
Now I can't escape feeling my loathing existential dread
It's a seed you facilitated and planted in my head
The arguments are often and they're what you can infer
One person makes excuses the other can't be seen or heard
And we'll try again
But we won't get very far
Can I talk to you for one month straight?
It'll be hard
And I despise you
That's the honest truth
And you despise me
Well, what can I do?
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7. |
pines, pt. 2
02:36
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Well fuck, the forest walked away
But what did you do to try to make it stay?
I guess I my back's against the wall
The roots spelled out that everything's my fault
They said, "You, we'll drown you in the lake.
The only freedom from your mistakes.
We'll break you from your delicate resolve
With paper weapons and plastic-baggied walls."
It hurts
The trees didn't get cut down they just moved on
On Earth
The solace of a fallen one's forlorn
I guess that we're at an impasse
An attitude to broken to enact
The beavers built a dam in the morass
And doused the soggy ground with corpses stacked
In a graveyard reserved to a living room
The wavelength of our wooden hearts attuned
The strings proposed a change in melody
So we wade in glee to drown in apathy
Bury this soul underneath me
Though there's not many I'll keep
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8. |
last visit
01:40
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Wait I'm not finished yet
I've filled with regret of not knowing what to do
I'm here
You're fading
I guess that's okay
I understand
Your brittle bones won't set
That's why we took you to the vet
I hope you're better now
But I know
You're broken and so am I
Hey, this brings me back
To memories of when you weren't dead
Your breathed your life into mine
Your energy I returned in kind
So rest well
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